I'm barefoot, bristling
Solitude
On my rooftop, solid
So like this dome of stars
Staring at me
Who's out there?
I can see the girl
She can't see me
Across the way
With just a little bit of confusion
And I touch myself
And that's all that matters
But I'm all alone
It's the chance It's the danger I like
I'm taking
Within this
It's just a sex high
Euphoric kind of feeling
There ain't no waterfalls
I don't mind
There ain't no grassy grass here
And basketball
Just a casual nod Cause I'm still alive
All thoughts and feelings
Under my ceiling This city
This city
Hangs a sensual tension
Screams for more affection
Hitting it from all directions
Just a kid
With the past of a grown man In public places
Sold my sex
To junked out fags
With yellow eyes Running
For their Times Square lives
Hit the river, swim in shit
In the dark
But never
I see dead young faces
Tried to open my eyes
Fix me up
And keep your Zen.
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